The Sun can always be relied upon for a catchy headline.
This was yesterday’s front page on the Standard.
I would like to be voting for a Conservative-Lib Dem Coalition. Steady as she goes!
Seriously though, after looking at the list of candidates, I think I’ll vote for Paul Birch of the Cannabis Is Safer Than Alcohol Party.
The Times today has a picture on page 4 of what they describe as a coalition of cheetahs.
Now there’s a word!
How long have there been Page 3 girls in The Sun?
So in some ways, it is rather strange, that on a Metropolitan Line train, I saw for the first time, a pair of breasts in a newspaper displayed in all their glory by the guy opposite.He’d folded the paper back to read something more interesting on the other side of the page.
It was also strange that no-one asked the man to cover up his breasts by refolding the paper.
In answer to the question at the start of this post, the answer is in this Wikipedia entry.
It’s over forty years.
I get The Sunday Times on a voucher. So when I moved here, I found a shop perhaps four hundred metres away that took them.
The about a year ago, a new Asian shop opened much closer that took the vouchers, so I changed my allegiance.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I happened to go past the second shop, just after the schools had chucked out. All around the shop young people were drinking cans of crap lager and smoking.
As my house is on the way back from the shop to an estate near me with a reputation, that sighting probably explains why there is a succession of beer bottles and cans on front walls down the road. I haven’t had any recently since my new garden with its berberis was completed. Some still enter my garden though and use it as a urinal.
So as I don’t frequent shops that sell alcohol and tobacco to minors, as the latter probably helped the premature deaths of my grandfather, father and youngest son, I stopped using the Asian shop.
Generally, I’ve been going to the Sainsburys Local in the Essex Road for my papers. But yesterday, I went back to the original shop and got third degree about why I don’t go.
I’ll probably still use the first shop again, but today, as I needed some other things, I took a bus to the littleWaitrose at Highbury Corner. The only problem I had was tip-toeing through the broken glass outside the pub that is on my route to the bus stop.
They really ought to tidy up after the customers have gone. Most days, I suspect they just leave this sort of mess to our excellent street cleaner.
I had a letter published in The Times yesterday in a whole group of letters under the general heading of Don’t deny drivers a glimpse of Stonehenge. It said.
Sir, I have just taken a train to Cornwall and eaten lunch on the way. It was Britain at its best, on a British Rail-era, but well-refurbished high-speed train with superb locally sourced food and the best service.
Who in their right mind would want to drive all the way on the A303, even after the Stonehenge tunnel has been built?
If you want to have a memorable journey like me, see here.
Incidentally, I’m not counting my letters, but someone else is and in the on-line comments to the letter publishes the statistics of all the writers’ letters. As that is nineteen in just under two years, I wonder if I’ll be here long enough to reach my century.
Professor Michael Baum is an amazing doctor and surgeon, who I have had the pleasure of meeting.
In The Times today, he has a letter published about accreditation of homoeopaths to the Professional Standards Authority for Health and Social Care (PSA).
He writes this memorable sentence.
From now on they will be able to check if their homoeopathic doctor is a fully trained quack or simply someone masquerading as a quack.
I do not believe in anything that can’t be scientifically proven by rigorous methods. The three at the top of my list are religion, homoeopathy and many of the zanier and animal-unfriendly aspects of Chinese medicine.
In this blog, I do occasionally criticise individuals, but my comments are always fair and based on fact, unless it is something like fair comment on a design. As a supporter of the Libel Reform Campaign, and as someone who lived with a barrister for forty years, who did her first pupillage in Libel Chambers, I hope I know the difference between libel and fair comment.
But I am worried by the story of Robert Peston and his reporting of the banking troubles of the last decade, where Google has been asked to remove a story from their searches, he wrote in 2007. It’s all reported here on the BBC web site.
This morning the story is on the front page of The Times, and their report names the individual, who asked to be forgotten.
But they are also saying Google’s action might have backfired, as the story of the forgetting has been retweeted and commented on hundreds of times.
The story has been picked up by numerous newspapers including this story in the Mirror.
This report on the BBC web site, shows how the three major party leaders were photographed with a special World Cup promotion edition of The Sun.
The Sun is noted for various things, but faithful support for politicians isn’t probably one of them.
So why did the npoliticians ever let the photos be published?
Clegg and Cameron’s supporters didn’t seem to mind too much, but Labour Party supporters and especially those from Liverpool, are giving Milliband a hard time.
On Friday in The Times, I had a letter published entitled The Widowed.
Sir, As a widower (letter, May 20), I feel that modern life may be making the word redundant.
Widowhood is no respecter of gender or sexual orientation, and all widowed are in the same possibly dark and unhappy place; so should we not just use the female form of the word?
After all lots of other words like actor, doctor and other professions are becoming applicable to all.
I wonder if there’s a language, where widower and widow are the same.
On a brief look using Google Translate, it would appear that in Finnish, Turkish and Welsh, the word is the same for both sexes.